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at one point there was a post on here somewhere about how no matter how cool you get or well you dress or sharp you draw your eyeliner you will meet someone cooler that you when you're out at a bar at you'll feel like you're 15 again and not fitting in and other things along those lines and i used to have the post saved somewhere and now i can't find it so wondering if anyone else has it? thanks divas
I highly recommend watching this testimony from Aliya Rahman, the disabled woman who was dragged out of her car and kidnapped by ICE on her way to a doctor appointment in Minneapolis a few weeks ago.
Truly my worst nightmare.
Transcript of Aliya Rahman's speech:
Thank you members, for taking the time to be here today, and thank you staff for making this happen.
My name is Aliya Rahman, and I am a resident of South Minneapolis. I am a Bangladeshi American born in Northern Wisconsin. And Iโm a disabled person with autism and a traumatic brain injury.
Not all autistic brains do this, but mine fixates on sounds, numbers, and patterns. And while what the world saw happen to me exactly three weeks ago today on video was a terrible violation it is still nothing compared to the horrific practices I saw inside the Whipple center.
So I am here today with a duty to the people who have not had the privilege of coming home, and I offer this data because these practices must end now.
On January 13th on the way to my 39th appointment at Hennepin Countyโs traumatic brain injury center, I encountered a traffic jam caused by ICE vehicles and no signs indicating how to get around it. I had not wanted to pull in to a blocked, chaotic intersection, but verbally agreed to do so and rolled down my window after an agent yelled, โMove! I will break your f-ing window!โ
His first instruction.
Agents on all sides of my vehicle yelled conflicting threats and instructions that I could not process while watching for pedestrians.
Then, the glass of the passenger side window flew across my face.
I yelled, โIโm disabled!โ at the hands grabbing at me and an agent said, โToo late.โ
I felt immersed in a pattern, and I thought of Jenoah Donald, an autistic black man killed by the police during a traffic stop in 2021.
I remembered mister Silverio Villegas Gonzรกlez, who was killed by ICE in his vehicle last year.
An agent pulled a large combat knife in front of my face, which I thought was for cutting me, and later learned was used to cut off my seat belt. Shooting pain went through my head, neck, and wrists when I hit the ground face first and people leaned on my back.
I felt the pattern, and I thought of mister George Floyd, who was killed four blocks away.
I was carried face down through the street by my cuffed arms and legs while yelling that I had a brain injury and was disabled. I now cannot lift my arms normally.
I was never asked for ID.
Never told I was under arrest.
Never read my rights.
And never charged with a crime.
Approaching the Whipple center, I saw black and brown bodies shackled together, chained together, being marched by yelling agents outdoors. I continued to hear the word โbodiesโ, because that is how agents referred to us:
โWeโre bringing in a body.โ
โTheyโre bringing in bodies 7, 8 at a time, where do I put โem?โ
โWe canโt use that room, thereโs already a body in there.โ
You have no reason to believe you will make it out alive if youโre already being called a body.
Agents repeatedly had to stop and ask how to do tasks. I received no medical screening, phone call, or access to a lawyer. I was denied a communication navigator when my speech began to slur. Agents laughed as I tried to immobilize my own neck. I asked for my cane and was told no, pulled up by my arms and prodded forward in leg irons by agents laughing and saying, โWalk! You can do it, walk.โ
Agents did not know if the facility had a wheelchair.
When I was finally placed in one to be taken to interrogation an agent taunted, โYou were driving, right? So your legs do work.โ
I pleaded for emergency medical care for over an hour after my vision had become blurry, my heart rate went through the roof, and the pain in my neck and head became unbearable.
It was denied.
When I became unable to speak my cellmate pleaded for me.
The last sounds I remember before I blacked out on the cell floor were my cellmate banging on the door, pleading for a medic, and a voice outside saying, โWe donโt wanna step on ICEโs toes.โ
When I opened my eyes at Hennepin Countyโs emergency room, I learned I was brought there to be treated for assault.
The impacts of DHS detention on my physical, mental and financial well-being and safety have been very severe, but I do not deserve more humane treatment than anyone else, US citizen or not. And I am here today with a strong spirit and a duty to the many people who havenโt had the privilege to tell their stories or see their loved ones come home. I am extremely distressed by the pattern that violence from law enforcement has been happening to black and indigenous communities for centuries, and to DHS survivors for over 20 years.
We call ourselves a civilized nation, but we lack rules and accountability around what a person claiming to be law enforcement is permitted to do to another human being.
I am not afraid, and Iโm not afraid to keep working on this problem even after ICE is gone. Thank you for your time.
if I wrote a dystopian novel where the corrupt evil megacorporation that controls society has a fucking smirk for a logo, my editor would tell me to use a less heavy-handed metaphor
and yet
I love this because if I were to write a literary novel in the Western cannon that described the image of an apple with a chunk bitten off, any high school English student would tell you it is a Bible reference meant to represent the source of all evil and downfall of humanity and YETย
give me a nice thought
bitch Iโll live to WRITE it
i am SICK with nostalgia and yearning
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Hey, I LOVE bots when theyโre just here to play with us. COMMERCIAL bots suck.
Hey, I LOVE bots when
theyโre just here to play with us.
COMMERCIAL bots suck.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Had to ban the phrase โtricky dickโ from my classroom during watergate lesson because saying the word dick in front of 30 fifteen year olds is like lighting a bomb and throwing it through the doorway but now theyโre just calling him Richard the Treacherous like theyโre all medieval peasants. gonna lose it
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saw superman today (my first dc movie) and clark saving the squirrel & wishing they could've euthanised the giant monster in a less painful way & getting himself captured bc he didn't want krypto to be alone and scared & saving that alien baby with everything he had & agreeing that he thought every person he met was beautiful & how his greatest strength was his humanity oh i love him
Absolutely LOVE the fact that unlike most superhero movies, Superman didnโt do everything.
It was set up as โoh no Metropolis and Jarhanpur are in trouble! He needs to quickly finish one and then help the other!โ But no. Instead he just called his friends and they stepped in where he couldnโt. Even at Metro, he had Mr. Terrificโs help.
This is not a one-god-army kinda Superman. This is a I-could-try-to-do-it-all-or-I-can-ask-others-to-step-in-when-needed and isnโt that the crux of humanity right now? All of us may not be able to go where the problems are happening but we can help those who are there. We can also face the problems happening in our neighbourhood with people who canโt be close but can help in whatever way they can.
Because, sure, Superman could do it all himself. But that inevitably leads to a Superman who is stretched too thin and getting increasingly weary. But having people he knows he can rely on? Well isnโt that the best power anyone can haveโฆ
Ohhh, bless the new Superman movie for giving me back the boy scout who believes in the innate goodness of humanity. Who thrives in the sunlight. Who thinks of himself as a servant to the world.
Bless it for giving us a smart and insightful and nuanced Lois Lane, who asks the difficult questions about power and privilege, even of those she loves. Perhaps especially of those she loves. The Lois who is a hero in her own right, on her own merits.
Bless it for Me Terrific, who was honestly terrific, and for Lex Luthor, who dripped his narcissism and rage with such convincing characterization.
Bless it for the small, charming moments from Perry, and Jimmy, and the Kents themselves, who actually seemed like Kansas farmers and not beautiful Hollywood actors wearing plaid.
Bless it... And I can believe I'm saying this... For Krypto. Who was actually value added to this delightful movie.
Superman was a delight. I have missed seeing Clark this way. Thank you cast, crew, writers, and all. I appreciate you.
not to shit on zack snyder again but it's really funny that he tried to make a big, grand, complex moral quandary on where superman should stand when he saves people around the world and then james gunn is like "he wants to do it because he thinks it's the right thing to do". sometimes going simpler means you get to the crux of what the character is all about much more efficiently. like wow it's really that easy
being a swiftie is so hard people will make fun of you other swifties will embarass you taylor swift will ESPECIALLY embarass you. but bitch when love story comes on
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Ok, I adore the Frogs to begin with, but the sheer finesse and dedication of this one boggles my mind.
me: this is cute and precious
my brain: 45 years ago this person could've made a public access television show that ran for half a decade on the strength of this concept with the right framing device and it would've been paid for with federal arts grants and maybe even national syndication rights. now they're begging for a single minute of engagement on tiktok in the hopes that maybe someday the abstract metrics of digital media platforms will translate into a tangible career
me: yeah me: cute frog though
my brain: it is a cute frog
when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they werenโt really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)
anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.
i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? whatโd you get? so i showed her, and i was like,ย โIโm not sure why itโs a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.โ
and my mom, who was some form of ministerโs wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks iโm joking.
โWhat?โ i say.
โโฆitโs a cock and a pussy, Jules,โ she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.
I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.
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